The last word that bloomed all over in the world that doesn't end
The swear and dispel voice that had not been
looked back any longer was blighted and it shouted.
Day when the sun died with you that natural daily life is exhausted
Without forgetting until the day of my voice that meets again
the swallow to the whirlpool of the noise for which it doesn't hope secretly
Good-bye, to the start where it has already gone
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The swear and dispel voice that had not been
looked back any longer was blighted and it shouted.
Day when the sun died with you that natural daily life is exhausted
Without forgetting until the day of my voice that meets again
the swallow to the whirlpool of the noise for which it doesn't hope secretly
Good-bye, to the start where it has already gone
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